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Page 34 of 1031902 · PDF PAGE 42
Because no soul of man has ever crossed Again that River—the old fable's wrong ; .(Eneas came never to the ghostly side ! Was not the boat weighed with his body still ? Felt he the keen emotions of the dead ? Could he, the mortal and the warrior, Converse with Them, and understand ? Believe ! No soul has crossed in utter sympathy And yet returned ; because of this decree : No man can look upon the face of God ! Yet Moses looked upon His hinder parts. And I —yes, goddess ! in this passionate Life in our secret mountain, well I know Thy beauty, a…
1904 · PDF PAGE 134
…s fare you get youll not regret, she will not make you curl ! So put your pennies in the slot of the Automatic- Girl. VII The young and old, the rich and poor, with us are well content. [We take the stuff when theres enough and traffic- in cement.] The son of dook, the son of cook, the son of belted earl All put their pennies in the slot of the Automatic Girl. [136]
1905 · PDF PAGE 118
…y mind. Why, surely it must be the hour ! My friend is coming through the wet wild weather Across the moor’s inhospitable heather To the old stately tower—my own dear tower. He will not fail me for a sudden shower ! My friend ! How often have I longed to see Again his gallant figure and that face Radiant—how long ago we parted !—we The dearest friends that ever were ! Ah me ! I curse even now that hateful parting-place. But now—he comes ! How glad I am ! Apace Fly the glad minutes—There he is at last ! I know the firm foot on the marble floor. …
1912 · PDF PAGE 126
…e must be tended. Well. No ! take my shirt ! Staunch the dear breast. A miracle. 4. After the fourth foot : Serene, august, untroubled, cold, her prayers are worth More than our steel, more than our gold, that bind the earth. 5. After both second and fourth feet : Come, let me hold my crystal cross up to the moon ! A guess of gold were at a loss to tell its tune. 6. After the first foot : Bow down to the cross ! His love purge thee : His Passion save thee ! Christ crown the work ! Here is the blessing that he gave thee ! 7. After the first and …
1913 · PDF PAGE 138
…e man in a thousand makes even an apparent escape from the commonplace of animal life. Birth is sorrow ; Life is sorrow ; Sorrowfiil are old age, disease, and death; But resurrection is the greatest misery of all.
1925 · PDF PAGE 1
…t ‘ost sister Black Magic ofthe Brathesof the Lefchand Path, {need nt remind you of the shameless and nauseating fraud by wtih the Grand Old Procuress worked herself nt the prsi= dency of your Society, of her bata tempt to capture vstious tites of Freemasonry, of her imbecile parodies of the Rosh heresy, ofthe obscene manustuprations practised by Leadbeater fon the wretched Krishnamurti witha view to making bim a cile Imbecile, is imitation ofthe teditions of the Dalat Lamas or of a thousand other duplictes,tergivesatons, and eves. tis Your dal…
1902 · PDF PAGE 40
…s in their dalliance, Laughing in chorus with the birds ; and then (Coming at harvest time upon my tracks) See these same lovers in the golden sheaves Under the sun. The same, the fuller fruit. Say you ? But somehow, nearer to the end. Lost the old sense of mystery, and lost That curious reverence in sacrilege With Wonder—the child's faculty ! Less joy, Less laughter, yes ! that symptom I approve ; Yet is that subtle fading-out of smiles Rather the coming of a dull despair. And not at all that keen despair, that sharp Maddening pain that should…
1906 · PDF PAGE 43
…E HOUSE. A NIGHTMARE.! Written at Anuradhapura. I must be ready for my friend to-night. So, such pale flowers as winter bears bedeck The old oak walls: the wood-fire’s cheerful light . Flashes upon the fire-dogs silver-bright. Wood? why, the jetsam of yon broken wreck Where the white sea runs o’er the sandy neck That joins my island to the land when tides Run low. What curious fancies through my brain Run, all so wild and all so pleasant! Glides No phantom creeping from the under sides Of the grey globe: no avatar of pain Gathering a body from …
1929 · PDF PAGE 194
…sists exclusively of rocks, streams and dried apricots. The last named are its principal export. A moment --- and I understood! The poor old man had been unable to cross the plateau and was returning home to die! I expressed my sympathy and offered help. Oh, no, not at all! He had carried his sack all the way to Srinagar; but finding on arrival that the price of his produce had gone down by a fraction of a penny a pound, he refused to sell and was bringing the stuff back. The sack itself looked fabulous, so I got out the "butcher's terror" and …
1929 · PDF PAGE 77
…n to see your results." "I hate to beat about the bush. I say the thing that can never be forgotten," "Or forgiven, sometimes," said the old man in gentle reproof. "But come, my dear, sit down; he meant truth, after all, and truth cuts only to cure. It's a brutal fact that children used to be born blind, literally by the thousand, because it wasn't quite nice to publish the facts about certain diseases; and precautions against them were called 'heartless experiments.' What Cyril is asking you to do is no more than what your whole heart craves f…
1901 · PDF PAGE 85
… Oh, suddenly I see The treason-pledge, the royal prostitute. One moment, and I should have passed beyond Linked unto Spirit by the fourfold bond. Not dead to earth, but living as divine, A priest, a king, an oracle, a shrine, A saviour ! Yet my misty spirit conned The secret murmur : “ Gereth, I am thine ! ” I must have listened to the voice of hell. The earthly horror wove its serpent spell Against the Beauty of the World : I heard Desolate voices cry the doleful word “ Unready ! ” All the soul invisible Of that vast desert echoed, and concur…
1903 · PDF PAGE 36
…pain is Ger Keochaméber. Der [Rin electric clings & mine, Slakes for pure paffion, mokes and giffes; Whofe (uBtle perfumes Galf remember Old Holes, and wfolawe di¥ine Wailings among the Wilkrneffes; And like a HaHor’s [hin is amber, And like a HatHor’s (hin is Wine, And like a Batfor’s (Bin is Biffes. Grap feecl (elfBindted fhine fer ems. They wre fexange wunes of fime rfiled, And ruined fouls, and Satan’s Rin. S fee Heir Riled impurities, An Garlot Fidxy in a cBild, Thwugsh ak Heir lok and Caugher kay; And like a Witch's ews are Bile, And like…
1906 · PDF PAGE 44
… soul’s life out as some shadow brushed My body and passed in? All sense allows At last the fearful truth—This is the house ! This is my old house on the marsh, and here, Here is the terror of the distant sea Moaning, and here the wind that wails, the drear Groans like a ghost’s, the desolate house of fear Whence I fled once from my great enemy— This is the house! O speechless misery ! Here the great silver candlesticks illume The agéd book, the blackness blazoned o’er With golden characters and scarlet bloom Twined in the blue-tinged sigils wr…
1929 · PDF PAGE 225
…ern discipline, of patriotic enthusiasm, nothing less than a nightmare for the compatriots of the lady who didn't raise her boy to be a soldier. She blamed Abdul, who shrugged his shoulders, and reminded her that she was lucky to get dinner at all, that the Germans were likely to be in the city in a week or so. She taunted him; he let loose his ancestral feelings about women, those which lie deep-buried in all of us who are at least not utterly [316] degenerate in soul, however loose morality may have corrupted us upon the surface. She rose in …
1913 · PDF PAGE 93
…llumination. Hence also the necessity of Incarnation: the soul must descend into all falsity in order to attain All-Truth. For instance: Old Mother Hubbard Went to her cupboard To get her poor dog a bone ; When she got there, ' This chapter was dictated in answer to a casual remark by Soror Virakam. Fra. P. said jokingly that everything contained the Truth, if you knew how to find it; and, being challenged, proceeded to make good. It is here inserted, not for any value that it may have, but to test the reader. If it is thought to be a joke, the…
1905 · PDF PAGE 116
…ined in devilry, debauch, and dream : Lives logged in the morass of meat and drink, Loves dipped in Phlegethon,' the perjured stream. Behold we would that hours and minutes pass, Watch the sands falling in the eager glass; To wile their weariness is pleasure’s bliss ; But ah! the years! like smoke They fade, alas ! We weep them as they slip away ; we gaze Back on the likeness of the former days— The hair we fondle and the lips we kiss— Roses grow ycllow and no purple stays. Ah! the old years! Come back, ye vanished hours We wasted; flowers ! Wh…
1901 · PDF PAGE 24
|e) THE MOTHER’S TRAGEDY Naked as dawn, the purpose of the hour Grows on my vision, and my cynic laughter Chills in my veins: the old avenging power Shows me the thing that is to be hereafter. I gloated on the coming of the curse— I did create a hearse, Black plumes and solemn mourners; and saw The triumph of some natural law Fit for a poet’s verse. I saw some common fate to lure, to tempt; (No mortal of the ages is exempt) Some notable disaster to the house Wherein such piety and love abide; I saw some hateful spouse Carry away the bride. That…
1902 · PDF PAGE 141
The Glory of thy Countenance unveiled ! Thy face, O mother ! Splendour of the Gods ! Behold ! amid the glory of her hair And light shed over from the crown thereof, Wonderful eyes less passionate than Peace That wept ! That wept ! O mystery of Love ! Clasping my hands upon the scarlet rose That flamed upon my bosom, the keen thorns Pierced me and slew! My spirit was withdrawn Into Her godhead, and my soul made One With the Great Sorrow of the Universe, The Love of I sis ! Then I fell away Into some old mysterious abyss Rolling between the heigh…
1905 · PDF PAGE 177
…e spray of the dawn. And the life of the mountain swims through me (So the song of a thrush in me thrills) And the dawn speaks to me, of old for it knew me The soul of the hills. I stand on the mountain in wonder As the splendour springs up in the East, As the cloud banks are rended asunder, And the wings of the Night are released. As in travail a maiden demented, Afraid of the deed she hath done, By no man lamented, springs up the sweet-scented Pale flower of the sun. So change not the heights and the hollows ; The hollows are one with the hei…
1898 · PDF PAGE 49
…, and boys With bright unsullied curls shall minister Before him all the days of life God grants, And all his platters shall be made of gold, And jewels beyond price shall stud them all. What sayest thou, O wisest of our race, Ahinoam, the aged priest of God, , Who weighest out the stars with balances, And knowest best of men the heart of man? AHINOAM. Ye are as children, and nowise your tongues Speak sense. I never hear your voice but know Some geese are gabbling. Sing to him perchance! The voice of old men is a pleasant thing. CHORUS. What sa…